Greetings,
How do you find the world? Do you find it to be the best of all possible worlds? Truly, I have always been apprehensive. It demands you to offer yourself upon the altar of societal standards and yet receive nothing. It decrees that you smother your inner voice and accept the monotone ramblings of the masses as truth. It destroys the best of us so that the rest might feel content in their own weakness.
I rejected such a world and was rejected by it in turn.
An irredeemable sociopath is what they called me. The actions I took to fix the world were labeled as criminal. Yet, how could that be? How could what I did be wrong if it felt so right? I wasn’t wrong. This was not a case of good versus evil. It was a matter of the prisoners judging the free out of jealousy for their status. It was not me that they hated but rather the fact that they could not be me. When I realized this I came to pity the sheep of the world.
I wished to free them from the oppression that society had placed upon them by destroying it on its most fundamental plane. It took years to gather the resources to do it but finally I stood upon the threshold of success and came to the realization that the shackles were of their own making. They were blind by choice and even if I were to shove the truth before them I could not make the blind see. So I became their shepherd. I would guide them out of pity so that they might not fall off the cliff or be eaten by the wolves at night.
I ruled the world in all but name from the shadows. Not that it mattered in the end for if you are reading this than I am already dead.
Death was an eventuality that I accepted. The only true limitation on me was time but even this I could plan for. This letter was foremost of those preparations. You see, with my death a vacuum was created. Which will only lead to a struggle for power as the various pieces of my empire cannibalize each other. A war shall be fought in the shadowed places of the world that most “decent” folk have long since chosen to ignore. They won’t be able to for long though. The scale of this conflict is greater than the powers that be realize.
Which is why I come to you. You who are free as I once was. I’ve watched you for some and have come to understand you and in the knowing I have come to feel a certain connection. Let’s call it affection. I see the you that could be if only given the right circumstances and so I offer to give you them.
A gauntlet of challenges open to all who are worthy and to those most deserving I shall grant you all that I was. What you do with it all is hardly my concern. After all, lest we forget, I am dead and deadmen have no right to judge the living.
How do you find the world? Do you find it to be the best of all possible worlds? Truly, I have always been apprehensive. It demands you to offer yourself upon the altar of societal standards and yet receive nothing. It decrees that you smother your inner voice and accept the monotone ramblings of the masses as truth. It destroys the best of us so that the rest might feel content in their own weakness.
I rejected such a world and was rejected by it in turn.
An irredeemable sociopath is what they called me. The actions I took to fix the world were labeled as criminal. Yet, how could that be? How could what I did be wrong if it felt so right? I wasn’t wrong. This was not a case of good versus evil. It was a matter of the prisoners judging the free out of jealousy for their status. It was not me that they hated but rather the fact that they could not be me. When I realized this I came to pity the sheep of the world.
I wished to free them from the oppression that society had placed upon them by destroying it on its most fundamental plane. It took years to gather the resources to do it but finally I stood upon the threshold of success and came to the realization that the shackles were of their own making. They were blind by choice and even if I were to shove the truth before them I could not make the blind see. So I became their shepherd. I would guide them out of pity so that they might not fall off the cliff or be eaten by the wolves at night.
I ruled the world in all but name from the shadows. Not that it mattered in the end for if you are reading this than I am already dead.
Death was an eventuality that I accepted. The only true limitation on me was time but even this I could plan for. This letter was foremost of those preparations. You see, with my death a vacuum was created. Which will only lead to a struggle for power as the various pieces of my empire cannibalize each other. A war shall be fought in the shadowed places of the world that most “decent” folk have long since chosen to ignore. They won’t be able to for long though. The scale of this conflict is greater than the powers that be realize.
Which is why I come to you. You who are free as I once was. I’ve watched you for some and have come to understand you and in the knowing I have come to feel a certain connection. Let’s call it affection. I see the you that could be if only given the right circumstances and so I offer to give you them.
A gauntlet of challenges open to all who are worthy and to those most deserving I shall grant you all that I was. What you do with it all is hardly my concern. After all, lest we forget, I am dead and deadmen have no right to judge the living.
INTRODUCTION
You are a person of questionable morals and boundless talent for crime. You are what most would call a criminal, a villiain, a delinquent, or whatever you prefer. What is certain right now is that you are a person with potential and an opportunity. A chance that comes but once in a lifetime but where will it lead you? Dangerous times lie ahead for you little villain.
Be smart. Be courageous. Be free.
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Be smart. Be courageous. Be free.
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